've never been so pissed and so happy at the same time and both happened earlier these days. i can say it was a pretty good week though i had tryouts and it was not the highlight of the week. ia studied full time this week, part of it because of the tryouts. i've made my peace with those fags-- well not really. i can't say they're fags because i don't even know them but from the stories i've heard, i'm grateful that i don't know them and i don't intend to right now.
i'm so happy for liverpool win against real madrid. i really like real madrid but raul is the one i despised the most. it's almost impossible that they could won without gerrard, said the air head douche bag, patrick. he's just a presenter and he talks like an alkie. he can't even score a kick but sure he talks. he should be commodist broker, that job will turn him quiet.
i believe what i want to believe. this week i believed that monday will be a good day, tuesday will be a bad day, wednesday will be a good and so on so on, and it actually did.i always believe in that kind of thing because sometimes it really happens. my friends thinks i'm nuts because you can't really tarot-card your days like that. speaking of tarot card, i really want to try one my own! somehow i believe in horoscopes because most of it seems true and actually happens, but my mom disapproves it. to sum up i really like this week because i was always in a good mood, well almost always but hey it was an improvement from last week. last week was not actually bad, it was just so dull, sometimes drama is needed. wow it sounds so pathetic
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